"You should. We came out straight when you came home from work. So you need to." I said.
It appeared that he had moved his jaw. He seemed like he was having a hard time by taking his focus off of me and closing his eyes tightly. A line formed on my forehead.
He sighed. "I will. Finish your milk and I'll escort you into your room."
I almost brow-furrowed at that. Why? Can he really believe I'm going to try to sneak out? I mean, it's not like I can do that with all his men lurking around the exterior corners.
I gave a curt nod and then ignored him. Back in the kitchen, I drained the last of the milk. After I finished cleaning the glass, I returned. He's leaning against the wall on one side, waiting for me to arrive.
Initially, I wasn't sure what to do as he extended his ha
